Doctor, I've read your last diagnosis About my pathology, this chimera which obsesses you Are you serious when you call me psychotic Just because my reality is not yours I would be insane for that, look at your world You live behind a wall of lies Your children born in laboratory Developed in bottles, fed with plastic You dare to call it progress
Are you so far from insanity?
The physical inferiority increased by the slow destruction Of your body with old age, illness and death These are ill's I've never dread
You work so hard to cause your own ruin Colonize environment as a never sated parasite
Finding your pleasure in pain of the others Domination you can enforce Because I refuse this state This human nature which chains up to eternal mediocrity You think I'm deranged, affected by disease Psychotic as if I was blind to the world Blind to the world
I just wait my rebirth in a superior entity To all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naught